Gemotions

Sarah threw the card onto the counter with a loud *thump*. Her cheeks flushed with a heat she couldn’t quite control. Who would even think to send something like this? It was an insult.

She paced around the living room, her hands clenched into fists. She felt a strange buzzing in her ears. She stopped, staring at her reflection in the window. The card itself, she realized, was a symbol. A symbol of thoughtlessness.

She sat down on the sofa, feeling the tension drain from her body. The thoughtless affront was not the problem. The problem was… something else, something deeper. She had to take a breath and think.